One sunny day in Chicago, there are a lot of activities in the park. People are either playing games or fishing in the pond. Sitting under a tree was a Trans-Atlantic-accented white woman with purple hair and blue eyes. Her name was Rarity, and she was currently reading a history book.
"... leaders, and had been of late much accustomed to usurpation and conquest. Mickey and Oswald, the earls of Tonia and declared for him, and even Goofy-" Rarity was cut off when a shoe waved at her face. "Sweetie Belle!"
Sitting on a branch was a 10-year-old white girl with swirl hair and green eyes Her name was Sweetie Belle, Rarity's daughter. Right now, she was making a daisy chain rather than listening to Rarity. Accompanying her on the branch was an purplw dog with green eyes and green hair. Her name was Spike.
"I'm listening," Sweetie Belle told in a bored voice.
As Sweetie Belle continued making her daisy chain, Rarity continues reading. "And even Goofy, the archbishop of , agreed to meet with Krona and offered him the crown." Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle placed her completed daisy chain on Spike's head, who shook it off onto head. Sweetie Belle giggled but Rarity shouted, "Sweetie Belle! Will you please pay attention to your history lesson?"
"I'm sorry, Mother." Sweetie Belle apologized. "But how can I possibly pay attention to a book with no pictures in it?"
"My dear child, there are a lot of great books in this world without pictures," Rarity responded.
Sweetie Belle rolled her eyes. "In this world, perhaps. But in my world, the books would be nothing but pictures."
"Your world?" Rarity asked with a laugh. "What nonsense."
Then an idea sprung in Sweetie Belle's head. She picked up Spike and set her on her lap. "That's it, Spike! If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense." Spike nodded in agreement. "Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't," Sweetie Belle continued. This perplexed Spike, who shook her head in confusion. "And in the opposite way, what it is, it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?" Asked Sweetie Belle and Spike nodded. Sweetie Belle jumped down to the ground, and was too busy reading to notice. "In my world," Sweetie Belle said, "You wouldn't say meow. You'd say, Yes, Miss Sweetie Belle." Spike asked. "Oh, but you would." Sweetie Belle said as she picked up her cat. She started to walk away. "You'd be just like people, Spike, and all the other animals too." She put Spike down in a flowerbed, as Sweetie Belle said, "Why, in my world..."
Sweetie Belle: Cats and rabbits
Would reside in fancy little houses
And be dressed in hats and shoes and trousers.
Sweetie Belle drops a flower on Spike and she bats it away. Sweetie Belle lies down in the daisy field.
Sweetie Belle: In a world of my own
All the flowers
Would have very extra special powers
They would sit and talk to me for hours
When I'm lonely in a world of my own
A bluebird lands in a tree and begins to chirp.
Sweetie Belle: There'd be new birds
Lots of nice and friendly howdy-do birds
The bird goes to a small pond and splashes around in it.
Sweetie Belle: Everyone would have a dozen bluebirds
The bird flew back to the branch and dried itself off.
Sweetie Belle: Within that world of my own
I could listen to a babbling brook
And hear a song that I could understand
Sweetie Belle and Spike lie down on the riverbank.
Sweetie Belle: I keep wishing it could be that way
Because my world would be a wonderland
As the song ended, Sweetie Belle closed her eyes and touched a river and her reflection rippled. Suddenly, a new reflection formed farther down the river. Spike's jaws dropped and she did take a double take. The reflection was a brown circus mouse, wearing a red/gold ringmaster's outfit with a matching hat with a white feather. His name was Timothy Q. Mouse. He had his eyes closed as he walked and whistled a tune.
Spike started to tug on Sweetie Belle as she meowed loudly, trying to get the girl's attention.
"Oh, Spike," Sweetie Belle said. "It's just a circus mouse with wearing a circus uniform..." Her eyes snapped open and she too did a double take with a surprised look on her face. Timothy pulled out a pocket watch from his pocket, as Sweetie Belle added in surprise, "And a watch!"
Timothy looked at the watch and a look of shock appeared on his face.
"Oh, my goodness!" Timothy exclaimed. He began to run away, as he yelled, "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!"
"Now this is curious," Sweetie Belle said. "What could a circus mouse possibly be late for?" She got up and started to follow the mouse and Spike followed her owner, as Sweetie Belle yelled, "Please, sir!"
Timothy: I'm late, I'm late
For a very important date
No time to say hello, good-bye!
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!
As he disappeared over a hill, Sweetie Belle stopped and said to her cat, "It must be awfully important, like a party or something!" Then she yelled, as she and Spike chased after him, "Mister Mouse! Wait!"
Timothy: No, no, no, no, no, no, no
I'm overdue!
I'm really in a stew!
Timothy reached a hole in the side of a hill and turned.
Timothy: No time to say good-bye, hello!
I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!
He jumped into the hole and disappeared again. Sweetie Belle and Spike ran to the rabbit hole and Sweetie Belle got down on her knees.
"My, what a peculiar place to have a party," she said and Spike meowed in agreement. Sweetie Belle started to crawl into the hole and was surprised to be at the front of a long tunnel. "You know, Spike, we really shouldn't...uh...uh...be doing this..." Sweetie Belle said as she squeezed into the tunnel. "After all, we haven't been invited!" She did fit, but she was a tad too big, as she crawled down the tunnel and added, "And curiosity often leads to !" The reason why she had suddenly screamed was because she had fallen. The tunnel had led to another large hole. Spike was lucky enough not to fall also, as she watched Sweetie Belle fell down, rapidly. "Good-bye, Spike!" Sweetie Belle shouted, as she fell into the darkness and the girl and cat waved to each other. "GOOD-BBBBYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEE!"